Dreams and Nightmares

I live for the dreams I get to see her in. She is the heart, and I'm the man of tin. It's the nightmares I fear cuz' she's nowhere near. Nowhere near. My begging pleads she can't hear. My days begin with me in a sweat, Or, if it's a dream, I wake with regret. For the nightmares are also reality, And I'm now just her love's fatality. But, in my dreams we make a stand. In my dreams, I hold her hand. But that's just a dream. We ran out of steam. And now our love she will not redeem.